The Distant Threshold
The carriage wheels ground against the packed earth with a rhythmic, grinding screech that seemed to scrape the very marrow from my bones, and I watched the silhouette of the old castle rise from the mist like a jagged tooth of bone protruding from the gum of the earth, its towers piercing the grey, heavy sky that pressed down upon the valley with the weight of centuries of silence and unspoken...
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